The next day at school seems to be going pretty well for Emily, considering her wrist is still swollen and she can't quite open her jaw all the way, but she's learned how to deal with that. Pulling the red sleeve securely over her wrist, she slides it into her hoodie pocket, her version of a sling for the day, and grabs her plastic spork.

"I see you took my advice with the ice."

Emily snaps her head up from stabbing at her crusty mac and cheese to see the sparkling blue eyes of Isaac. "Works wonders." She smiles.

"How's your wrist?" He nudges his hand not holding his tray toward her hoodie pocket.

"Better then last night." She shrugs.

"That's great!" Isaac gently grins but then bites his bottom lip as if he was nervous about something. "Are you – uh – are you going to the game tonight?"

It is then that Emily notices the maroon and white LACROSSE shirt Isaac is wearing with his jeans. "I don't have anyone to go with…" Emily begins to focus hard on pushing her food around, ashamed with how lame she sounds.

"Scott and Jackson's girlfriends are going, Allison and Lydia. Do you know them?"

Emily has quite a few classes with both girls and although they were both really sweet, she's never talked to either of them outside of in-class projects. "Not very well."

"Oh," Isaac lets out with a puff of air. "Well, they're over at the table; if you'd like to come eat with me, I could introduce you." He points to a few tables down to where three guys and two girls were already sitting.

A boy with small moles speckling his jaw bone waves his arms around vividly, occasionally smacking the book in the hands of the spikey black haired boy next to him as the blond boy rolls his eyes so hard Emily is surprised they didn't roll right out. The girl sitting next to the blond boy seems unbothered by what they were discussing as she fixes a stray strand of her red hair in her mirror. The other, a dark haired, slightly pale girl leans her chin on the shoulder of the black haired boy as she reads over his shoulder.

"Are you sure I won't be interrupting anything?" Emily raises an eyebrow as she turns back to Isaac.

"What? No! They're – they like meeting new people. It'll be fun." He raises both his brows as if egging her on.

"Okay." She smiles softly, standing to her feet and slipping her book bag strap over her good arm. As she goes to grab her tray she sees it already being lifted into the air.

"I got it," Is all Isaac says before he begins leading her to the other table.

"You asked me to do research so I did research – you can't be mad at me for what it says."

"I'm not mad, it just doesn't make sense." Black haired boy shakes his head. Isaac and Emily are just stepping up to the table when the boy moves his attention from the book to the duo, a grin spreading on his face. "You must be Emily."

"Uh, yes?" Emily looks over at Isaac with a confused expression. She might know everyone at the table due to the talk and gossip around school but she doesn't have any classes with Scott, how would he know her name?

"I told them I might be bringing a friend to eat with us for lunch." A light blush spreads over Isaac's cheeks as he sits their trays down on the table.

Emily gives out a silent "Oh." And sits down.

"Where are Erica and Boyd?" Isaac asks as he sits down as well.

"Right here sweet cheeks." A perfectly manicured hand runs from one of Isaac's shoulders to the other. "Did you miss me?" The blonde haired girl slides her tray down on the other side of Isaac while a muscular, dark skinned boy sits down next to her, completing the table.

"Always." Isaac rolls his eyes. "Emily, this is the pack. Erica, Boyd, Stiles, Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Jackson." He points every one. As he says everyone's name, they give her a tiny wave, until Jackson who seems to give out a sallow grunt. Isaac narrows his eyes at the blond past Emily but Jackson just cocks his eyebrows.

"Are you coming to the game tonight?" Allison sits up straight as Scott closes the thick book and hands it back to Stiles who simply tosses it to the center of the table as he crams BBQ soaked streak fries into his mouth.

"I've never been to any of the games."

"You can go with Lydia and I. We're grabbing something to eat before going; you're more then welcome to come."

"I honestly don't know that much about lacrosse." Emily bites her lip. She feels like she was caught in a lie, especially since she told Isaac he was good at it last night. She had heard it was similar to hockey but she doesn't know much about that sport either.

"We'll teach you." Lydia snaps her mirror shut and, after dropping it into her purse, looks towards Emily with a friendly smile. "It's not too hard." She shrugs.

"If anything you could count how many times McCall and Stilinski trip over each other."

"Are you forgetting who basically won the championship last season?" Stiles snaps, stopping a handful of fries halfway to his mouth.

"Yea, the same guy who's going to get his ass kicked if he mentions it one more time." Jackson snarls, his fist clenching tight next to his tray.

"When are you two ever going to get along?" Erica pipes up.

Stiles ends Jackson and his stare down to tilt his head at Erica as if he didn't notice she had arrived. "You have a metabolism of a Greek God and yet you're going to waste your taste buds on leaves?"

As Erica snaps back a snarky comment about feeling healthy, Emily sits back in her chair. Everyone else around the table splits into their own conversation again, the multiple voices making it hard for her to keep up with any. She's use to being alone, but now she's around a tight knit group of friends, a pack as Isaac had put it, and it's a pack she wasn't in.

As if sensing her discomfort, Isaac softly nudges her, pulling her attention away from watching Stiles trying to get Scott to back him up. "They're a lot to take in." He comments. "Sorry. I should have warned you." He apologizes.

"No, I'm just not use to it." Emily shakes her head. "Your friends are… unique?" she chuckles.

Isaac grins back, nodding slightly along. His lips slide tight again as he swallows and looks down, tapping his spork a few times onto his tray. "Are you sure your wrist is all right?"

Emily immediately stops running her fingertips over the sensitive lump and looks at it. She had not only sat it outside her hoodie pocket but had also pushed the sleeve back past her wrist, exposing the blue, green, and black colored skin.

"It's just sore." She stutters out, trying to slow her heart rate down from realizing Isaac just saw how bad her wrist really was.

"I uh, heard human contact sometimes helps with pain." Emily doesn't miss the quick look Isaac gives Scott, who is now looking their way with interest. "Have you ever tried it?"

Emily shakes her head. "It's just my Dad and I at home and he's not exactly the touchy feely type." She tucks a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"Can't hurt to try, right?" Isaac blinks softly.

Emily has lost her words as she stares at Isaac with her jaw slightly opened. No one's cared about her well being since her Mom, yet here is Isaac, a boy she met in the middle of the night yesterday, worried about her. She closes her jaw then, holding her wrist out slowly, silently giving him permission.

Isaac curves the corner of his lips up and reaches out, his fingers lying over the skin. The whole world melts away as Emily looks up and locks eyes with Isaac. The pools of crystal blue seem to hold so much pain and hurt but the edges hold so much joy and innocence and caring. All those emotions both worry and intrigue Emily, but all she could wrap her head around was one word: Protect.

Isaac's chair is kicked so forcefully that Isaac nearly skids away from the table. He was quick to whip his head around, dropping Emily's wrist, and growling in Erica's direction. Erica simply shrugs, a wild smirk on her face as she eats a forkful of salad.

"Do you like Chinese food Emily?" Allison phrases the question as if it wasn't the first time she's asked.

"Yes." Emily nods her head while turning to Allison. "I love Chinese food."

"It's settled." Lydia bounces in her seat. "We'll meet you out front after school."

Emily can't help the smile that keeps onto her face as she picks up her plastic utensil and begins eating again. She has plans, with people, and it isn't based around a school project. The fact that those plans include the cute, curly haired, bright-eyed boy next to her just adds to the excitement.

Isaac gives her a brief grin, a blush fading from his cheeks, as he brings his juice bottle up to his lips, no longer angry with Erica for kicking his chair.

The fact that Emily's wrist was no longer hurting as much is added as a bonus.